Star Nomad Cast (starnomadnpc) wrote in starnomad, @ 2016-03-07 17:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: lyric, character: rogan ardellian, date: [62.07], location: mon calamari (dac) |
Who: Rogan Ardellian & Lyric
When: 62.07
Where: New Coral City, Dac (Mon Calamari)
What: Cutting the darkness with one night.
Rating: Low
Status: COMPLETE.
It was a distraction more than anything. Maybe all of this was a mistake but it was hard to focus on just what that mistake might be when skin pressed against skin and Lyric could let himself focus only on what sensation was lighting his nerves on fire. It didn't fill the emptiness but it suppressed it for a while, long enough that Lyric could fall into the fever of lips and hands. It was so easy to take control from Rogan, to push and have only that blissful bit of resistance and fight back as he followed what Lyric wanted. That control was priceless with the bursts of pleasure that came along with them. But while Lyric could fret over the fact that Rogan was yet again in his arms and had managed to make it to his bed this time, Lyric didn't see the point. This soldier likely wouldn't last the war, none of them really would. Lyric had hope that maybe at least Elix and Derek might somehow be spared. Quietly he'd gone over star charts with Elix, possible places to run if her beloved Jedi did finally fall and they had no chances left. But Rogan was out in an X-wing, it was a wonder of its own that he'd found his way back to dote on Derek and press hot kisses to Lyric's skin. How many refugees had Lyric seen who had a pilot in the family that was lost in some space battle or over one of countless planets? For now this worked. Lyric's fingers traced a line down Rogan's arm, allowing himself to stay lost in the haze of the glow and touch. He could pull away, get up and quietly signal that Rogan should leave, but Derek seemed to still be asleep and so Lyric had nothing pressing to end his distraction. Instead allowing Rogan's weight to stay pleasantly against his own was enough for now. Rogan's eyes were closed as he focused in on the gentle pleasure of Lyric's fingers sliding along his skin. It was simple, and yet important for all its simplicity in the sheer lack of anything else that much resembled it in Rogan's life these days. There had been a part of him that had wondered if Lyric would say yes to his return, or if he might have thought better of the liaison that they had ended up in several weeks previously, but Rogan was grateful for the yes, for the pressure of skin against skin, the delight of being wanted by someone else even if only for a few hours. This time he'd been more prepared too, bringing with him enough vegetables and meats to put a more solid stew on the stove, and the entire evening was such a contrast to what he was experiencing on a day-to-day basis. Derek was smiles and contentment, he'd managed to pull a smile or two from Lyric even, the food had been fresh and home-cooked, and when they'd finally fallen into bed it had been a buzz of desire all around him pushing away the pain of the previous week. And the previous week was part of why he was back in New Coral City so soon. He suppressed a sigh, and turned, nuzzling his face gently into Lyric's chest. He could put away the emotion of the week for only so long. He'd been flying with Mads for too long - since the beginning of the war. Somehow they'd both managed to make it through thus far, and it had been easy to tell himself that no matter how many others didn't - they would. But then she hadn't. The Twi'lek pilot had some of the quickest reflexes that Rogan knew. Faster maybe even than his own... which wasn't really a line of thought that was helpful. He drew his own hand over to Lyric's chest and traced the skin gently. "If I didn't know better I'd say you missed me," he teased gently instead. He really wasn't under any illusion that Lyric had really missed him. Had Lyric missed him? It was hard to tell really. Lyric certainly enjoyed the small void and distraction that Rogan presented. There was the happiness of Derek's smiles as they played together, the strange relief of someone who actually knew how to use a stove, and the warm thrum of want that ultimately brought the evening to a close. Lyric had missed touch, to be lost in someone else, even if it never felt right. Rogan was warm, charming, solid, but nothing felt like it was supposed to. He sighed at the wrong moments, his heart skipped at others, and they were all flaws of simply being another man instead of the one Lyric actually wanted. None of this was Rogan's fault, that he was a stitch to keep Lyric distracted. None of this needed to be said aloud. Instead he pressed his lips warm against Rogan's forehead, allowing his own eyes to close. "Wasn't expecting you back so soon." his voice was quiet, the warmth and ease of release making it loose. Lyric could easily fall asleep if he allowed himself to but instead focused on the man in his arms. He didn't want to fall asleep beside him, not yet. "Not was I," Rogan responded truthfully. He had figured at least another four or five weeks. If not longer. He breathed out. "Some stuff... came up. I've got a slightly longer leave this time. A week. I'm sure you're busy but... If you aren't there isn't a distraction on Dac I prefer to you guys." He waved a hand gently in the general direction of Derek. He didn't know where to begin exactly or even if he wanted to talk about his co-pilot, wind woman, and general friend. How could you explain the realisation that they'd been a few meters off your wing and then they were gone - stardust at the best of it. And it could have been you and part of you wished it was. "The last battle was brutal," he murmured instead. "They've ordered the time off for me but I almost wish they hadn't." A week, that was longer than Lyric was assuming. While he was hardly involved with anything in the military that seemed longer than what they could usually afford to allow for leave. Then again Lyric had heard his own whispers about recent battles. The war wasn't going well and they were losing soldiers far faster than they could train them. He doubted that Rogan would want to spend the entire time here, especially when Lyric and Derek spent most of their time among the refugees keeping busy to distract from the rest of the galaxy. "You're welcome to continue to visit." Lyric offered gently, his fingers trailing to run along Rogan's back. The muscles were becoming familiar, even if there was still the sense that they were wrong. Instead of Jacen's lithe build Rogan instead had bulk to him. It wasn't unpleasant, it just wasn't what Lyric wanted. That didn't stop Lyric from leaving small circles along his skin, keeping him close. He could only offer so much of a distraction for both of them. There was work to be done and even if there wasn't Lyric couldn't spend an entire week in bed. What comfort he had to give was there, even if Lyric was sure it'd never actually be enough. But maybe it'd keep the soldier alive at least a little longer. His free hand ran along Rogan's jaw, guiding him up so Lyric could press a soft kiss to his lips before letting him settle back into place. "Don't be in such a rush to run back out there." Rogan took the kiss and offered one back in return as he did settle back against the warmth and certainty of Lyric's heartbeat. There was a smile to it. Rogan really had no illusions that this was anything more than comfort for either of them but comfort was more than he could have asked for. Comfort found somewhere else would not have been as satisfying as his was. Physical intimacy with the hint of something that might be enough caring to be friendship. And Lyric was less likely to be killed in battle than any of Rogan's other friends. "I may take you up on that," Rogan said quietly. "If Elix is around I'll just bring food and smiles for Derek," he added, reminding Lyric and himself that this wasn't the only thing he came for. And as nice as this was, as much as there was a release from the physical tension and as compatible as he and Lyric obviously were, it wasn't the only reason he came. If Lyric had been uninterested in this he would have come anyway for Derek, to offer Lyric a little support with this child that Rogan had dumped in his lap unable to take responsibility for himself. It was his way of taking on the responsibility of follow through in the only way he could as a military man. "Unless I manage to find a way to convince them to send me back up, which who knows numbers may do that for me." He sighed. "I don't think they can afford to give me a week." There was a slight twist in Lyric's chest hearing Rogan's resigned determination to go back into battle. Fighting had never been something that Lyric was keen on, something that him and Jacen had always agreed upon. But Jacen had also been the kind to throw himself back out there before he was ready, giving up everything of himself until the galaxy had taken it. Maybe if Jacen had been just a little more selfish he would still be here. Maybe if Rogan allowed himself the ability to be selfish he would last in this war just a little longer as well. "I'm sure Elix wouldn't mind the food." The reassurance was strange, that Rogan was mainly here for something other than this. That Rogan would be content with nothing physical and only the chance to spend time with the child they both held dear. Lyric wasn't bothered by it, but he was also still coming to grips with its reality. "Maybe not." Lyric's sigh was resigned to the fact that their numbers were dropping, this planet would only be safe for a little while longer. Then it would be the next refuge, then the next. Who knew how long before they were entirely overrun. "But you could pretend they'll give you the week." Pretending that they'd give him the week felt almost dangerous. And some part of Rogan would contemplate what it might be like to have something like this every moment of the day - no war to be fought - but that felt dangerous too. Like it might make it impossible to return to the battle he knew he needed to return to. He smiled though, pressing that smile into Lyric's skin with a warm kiss. "I could pretend," he agreed amiably. "It's not all bad, pretending." He should get up, probably. Give the other man an opportunity to clean-up before they risked Elix arriving back. There was only the one bedroom and Rogan suspected the three of them shared the space and Elix might not be particularly happy to find Rogan in it. But it wasn't all bad pretending that he belonged here tonight. He didn't, that wasn't the relationship this was intended to be, but it still was a nice idea. "Where were you from, originally?" He asked. "You've never said where home was before all of this." "Coruscant." Lyric decided there was nothing particularly valuable in giving away the name of his lost planet. Coruscant was home in a way no other place in the galaxy could be and it would never be that way again. The planet had been taken completely by the Yuuzhan Vong and the ruins he had seen on their mission would only be more devastated by now. If by some miracle this war was won, that planet would still never be the vibrant jewel of light and grim that it had been. Missing the Undercity struck him at strange moments. Having a door to call his own was still something he and Elix were struggling to get used to. It wasn't the fear or the hunger that never went away, but just knowing how the world around him operated. Nothing was the same here and the familiar was becoming increasingly rare. He traced down along Rogan's spine, wondering how long they should hazard this. Not much longer, Elix would only remain distracted for so long. She always found her way back even as the ships and jedi provided endless distractions for her. But he was comfortable right now. "Like Derek," Rogan responded almost automatically. There was some irony that the kid had escaped his planet going to flames to end up with another man who had also escaped that home. It was fitting, really. And Lyric would know about that home and the unique culture of the city planet enough to pass some of it on to Derek as he got older then. "It's a good fit then," he lifted his face enough to smile at Lyric. Rogan's own system managed to stay protected on its own. Despite it's coreward location, and accessibility by hyperspace routes, Corellia remained untouched by the Yuuzhan Vong. Perhaps it was the threat of Centerpoint station - although Rogan didn't know if it could even be used. Or perhaps it was simply the fierce independence of Corellia that made it difficult to get through barricades and blockades. His mother had written him to come home - to help protect Corellia, to get out of the New Republic before there was no more New Republic. Rogan had ignored the note even as he wondered how much longer he'd be able to get subspace messages from Corellia. How much longer before the relay stations were destroyed by Yuuzhan Vong, and he'd be left with no information about how his family and his home were doing. For the moment he pushed the question away instead breathing in and stretching every one of his muscles up and down his body before breathing out again and relaxing. "At least the people here hopefully can stay a while. The Yuuzhan Vong are pretty spread out - and just keeping what they've taken is going to tax them a bit." "Were you worried it wasn't?" Lyric tilted his head slightly and graced Rogan with a lazy smile. Whatever part of Coruscant Derek had come from, it hadn't been the Undercity. The beings there had died by the billions, unable to claw their way up high enough to get to a ship to leave. But it was true, there was the connection of a planet there even if the Coruscant they would have each known would have been two very different worlds. In this one though they might as well be the same, Derek would never know any different. Rogan was bringing up the galaxy again though, bringing that emptiness back in that they'd just driven off. There was a temptation to pull him up, to kiss this thought away until Rogan was nothing but a mess beneath him again. It was a pleasant thought but likely there was only so much time before Elix would be back, before responsibilities came back. "That's the hope." Lyric's smile faded away again, knowing that time was only going to get shorter. Rogan chuckled mildly. "No. After watching you with him, you could have been an Ithorian from Tatooine, and I'd still think it's a good match. It just has an extra fittingness perhaps that I couldn't have known at the time. I think i'd hoped maybe his parents made it off, or an Aunt, but if that couldn't be the case, he's got you and I'm grateful for that. It's nice to see him growing." He traced his fingers across Lyric's skin. He knew he should go. It meant disentangling himself from comfort and warmth and an almost feeling of safety that Rogan knew was as much an illusion as this entire moment was, but that was still a powerful motivator to stay put despite knowing that it wasn't entirely truthful. Returning to the base meant returning to emptiness, to training scenarios, and counselor appointments and little that Rogan really wanted to jump into. He shifted with a sigh and pulled himself up just enough to be able to look down at Lyric. The man really was beautiful and Rogan loved the look and feel of him. He touched his thumb to Lyric's lips gently. "That hope that one day we'll stop losing things, that's what keeps me going." "Didn't know you were into Ithorians." Lyric replied with lazy cheek, though couldn't help the small glow of approval. If he did anything right in his life Lyric hoped that it would be Elix and Derek. They were the only reasons to keep moving, to keep from giving up as everyone he dared to love fell around him. At least his kids were alive, even if no one else was. But that thought trailed away as Rogan lifted himself above, looking down at Lyric. He really was a handsome man and Lyric had no regrets on taking that for himself, even for a little while. Maybe he would regret keeping him around but Rogan pushed so gently, checking at every moment to see if he should pull away. It was almost intoxicating that Lyric could wield that measure of control. He hummed softly in reply, lips wrapping gently around the thumb presented as he quirked an eyebrow up at the man above him. "Well I didn't really say that I would be into that in exactly the same way I'm into you," he chuckled, his heart twisting at Lyric's lips covering his thumb and desire building once again through him. He'd relaxed, he thought he was done, but he realized that he could easily fall into this again. There was no reason not to if Lyric was suggesting it, maybe even requesting it and Rogan's lips tilted up into a smirk, his hand sliding down Lyric's chest gently, but with a purposefulness that had been lacking earlier. "Have I been boring you with all this talk?" He raised an eyebrow of his own. "Because I can find other uses for my mouth if you'd prefer." There was the hot flash of desire that sparked in Rogan's eyes. This Lyric could handle. The loss, the talk of the war, there was only so much that Lyric had left in him before the emptiness took over. But that want he could fix and Rogan seemed more than willing to play into his hands. Maybe it was foolish, as foolish as letting this man into his bed to begin with when a bed meant so much more than Rogan could possibly know. Right now though Lyric didn't care, he wanted to use and be used. "You're still talking." Lyric offered cheekily, reaching up to push his fingers into Rogan's hair. "Fix that." |